True Tales 

Re-Virginity

After five years of very much unwanted celibacy, it almost feels like I’m re-losing my virginity whenever I ponder the prospect of having sex again. I’m going to call it my re-virginity. I mean, I know it’s not losing my virginity again, because I am the absolute opposite of a virgin, but the nerves, anxieties, questions, and anticipation are all the same. The thought of standing in front of another person and taking my clothes off, letting them see everything about me, fills me with a sense of panic. My…

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When I Was 20…

“Your 20-year-old pic is so cute,” I told him. “I have a pic of you from when you were 20, you know. I found it when I moved a little while back,” he replied. “You do? How? I don’t even have that many pics from when I was 20,” I laughed. “I have a few pics of you from back then, but I doubt many of them are social media-suitable?” he laughed, sending over the first one.   It was my goth phase, and the time I made so much…

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True Tales 

Today I Miss …

It suddenly struck me today just how much I missed my vibrators. Well, one specifically: the Rampant Rabbit. I’ve talked about the toy a lot before, and I’ll probably talk about it a lot more in the future even though there are new toys to tell you about, but my Rampant Rabbit is the toy I’m missing the most right now. I’m missing it so fucking much. I’ve wanked a lot during lockdown, but they’ve been secret, silent, stolen wanks in the shower, or really quietly at my desk when…

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The Lapdog True Tales 

Hot Right Now [Previously Unseen]

Fun fact about this post: It’s been sat in my drafts for over two years. I didn’t know whether or not I wanted to publish something that featured a Class A drug so heavily and positively. But we’re all adults here, right? I did it, lived it, wrote about it … now I’m sharing it. Consider this your second content warning: this post goes into great detail about an NSFW night on MDMA (ecstasy), talking about it in a positive way. As a side note: I’ve been clean from all…

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Bear True Tales 

Wandering Hands

I have a question: If my boyfriend is that disinterested in sex that we’re not having any of it [again], how come I keep waking up in the middle of the night with his hands down my pants?  Last night, for example. This morning, actually. 4:38 am, according to the clock. I found myself risen from my slumber, still in the dark, roused by something that was nice and annoying all at once. It took me a few moments to work out what it was: Bear’s hands. Bear’s hands rubbing…

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Sex True Tales 

Preferred Spot [Curious Cat]

Anon asked:  “Where is your preferred spot to take your man’s cum?” The ‘money shot’ is honestly one of my absolute favourite things about sex. I know it’s a cliche to say that the other person’s pleasure is my pleasure, but that’s absolutely the case for me. It’s my absolute fucking pleasure. It drives me crazy to see, hear, feel my lover get turned on by my hands — and to get them to the point of orgasm … well, that’s the very best bit. I like to watch. Not…

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True Tales 

Edged

I’m blaming today on you. You. Yes, you. You know who you are. Today is your fault. The reason I’m tapping up this post right now? You. You kept talking about being edged like it was this big thing that I was missing out on — and wasn’t I missing out on it? Not getting what I wanted has never been something I’ve been brilliant at dealing with, my impatience driving me to cum even when I’m told not to, so I’ve never paid much attention to the idea of…

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Fiction (ish) Sex True Tales 

I Need …

I’m going to need you to be rough with me today. I need to be beaten. Beaten in a way that involves my ass and your hand, or a paddle, or one of your hard-backed books, or your belt, or anything else that you can think of that’ll have the same effect. Why? Because it’s been a crappy day. The type of day that can only be turned around with some horny heavy-handedness that leaves me just the right amount of bruised and battered. And I need to do more…

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Dating Sex The Work Colleague True Tales 

Act A: The Photograph

“Do you remember that photo?”   Of course she did. She remembered it the very second the question started to fall from his mouth, just as she did every time he mentioned it. It’s the photo they don’t show anyone. The one they both love, but can’t post on social media. It’s a really insignificant photo when you just glance at it, a couple of friends at a table in a club, casually enjoying a drink. And it is just that: a casual, insignificant photo of two friends and work…

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